GOOD GIRL

BY THE ONE

I awoke the next morning earlier than usual, and with sweet feeling of freedom. No ropes. No chains. No gags. No corsets or chastity belts. Actually no clothes at all. Except the bracelets.

The bracelets. All my happiness vanished as I remembered my situation, and remembered my lost love. My heart sank and I punched my pillow, trying not to cry again. I suddenly hated everything around me. Life was pointless anymore.

I wanted to run away. Before Alice got up, I could just disappear. But where would I go? I had no money and no car (and no driver’s license anyway). It wasn’t as if we lived in a city where I could just vanish into the crowds. I had nowhere to go; no place to run to if I ran. I could stay at a friend’s house. But no, parents would contact each other. I would just be carted back home, where harsh punishment would await me at the hands of my sister/mistress. No, I couldn’t escape. I couldn’t escape.

Then I remembered my plan for freedom that I had come up with in desperation. I would please Alice in every aspect, gaining her trust and approval. Then when she thought she had me under control, I would take back my freedom, forcefully if necessary. To be free again I was willing to do anything except kill her; going from a domestic prison to a federal prison wouldn’t do me any good. But all my anger, frustration and pain would be released on her.

First, though, I had to be a good girl. I had to do as I was told. Since I was up early, I gathered my clothes and headed for the shower. Maybe if I could get ready first I could make Alice breakfast or something like that. Our parents left for work long before we even got up, so we had the house to ourselves in the mornings.

After taking a little too long in the nice warm shower I turned the water off and stepped out…to find Alice leaning against the wall looking at me. I yelped in surprise and instinctively grabbed a towel to cover myself. Before I could wrap it around my dripping body Alice had grabbed the other end.

“You don’t need to do that, Emmy,” she said, “I want to watch you.”

“Oh…al…alright, I guess,” I stammered uneasily, “But I still need to dry off.”

She sighed and handed the towel over. Once she thought I had thoroughly dried myself she snatched it back. I was still wet, but at least I wasn’t dripping.

She said, “It doesn’t matter if you’re not totally dry. You won’t be putting clothes on for a while.”

I said nothing, but realized my clothes were gone from the bathroom. She must have taken them while I was in the shower.

The whole time I spent getting ready I felt uneasy and nervous with Alice watching my every move. When it came time for me to fix my hair, I was made to sit on the counter and let Alice do it for me. She liked my hair a certain way, she said, and wanted to make sure it always looked just right. I just felt stupid having my sister do my hair. It was like being four years old all over again.

And as I predicted, I had to make her breakfast (while I was still naked). Today, however, instead of dancing for her I was only supposed to ‘sit and look pretty.’ I was horribly embarrassed sitting beside my sister, without any clothes whatsoever, watching her eat the food I had cooked (of which there was none left for me, since I had specific instructions to cook for her, and not for myself).

When she had finished, she complimented my cooking. Then, “I guess you’re hungry too, right?”

I nodded. My stomach was starting to growl.

“Well, I don’t think we have enough time for you to make anything for yourself,” she said with false sympathy.

“We have over an hour before we have to leave,” I pointed out.

She sighed, as if I was such an annoyance. “Emilie,” she began heavily, “You are going to have to get used to sacrificing everyday pleasures in order to please your mistresses.”

“But I’m hungry,” I said, “Food isn’t an everyday pleasure, it’s a necessity!”

“Don’t worry,” she said, “You will never go through a day without eating. But at the moment, you will have to do without.”

“But I’m hungry!” I said again.

“Emilie!” she snapped, “This discussion is over! I’ve told you three times now that you are not allowed to eat this morning. End of story!”

“Why?” I protested insistently.

“Because I said so!” she yelled, “And to you, my word is the law! Now, young lady, in half an hour I want to see this kitchen cleaned up, and I want to see you standing at the door ready to leave. Your clothes will be laid out for you by the time you’re finished with the dishes. We’re going to school a little early this morning.” With that she disappeared upstairs.

I stood in shock, but soon set to work washing the breakfast dishes. I had angered her already, and definitely wasn’t making any headway toward my goal of freedom. I had to be perfect the rest of the day now.

She was actually surprised when, in twenty minutes, I was at the door, dressed and ready to leave. If you could call it ‘dressed.’ I felt like I was going out for a night on the street corner rather than a day at school. Starting at the bottom, I wore: pink four-inch high heels, blue nylons, a way-too-short blue skirt, and a fuzzy pink off-the-shoulder sweater that matched the very-visible straps of my bright pink bra. The awkward part was not wearing any underwear on the bottom. Not even a thong. I had to rely on the nylons to keep me covered when that area became visible when I sat down. I guess besides that, it wasn’t too bad an outfit, but it was way out of my comfort zone.

I didn’t dare protest though. My sweet smiles were met with stony glares as Alice got ready to leave, giving me a strict warning not to leave my place at the door. Ten minutes later, she was finally ready to go. She wore a perfectly normal t-shirt and jeans. I felt dumb. Next to her I looked like some slut who didn’t know the difference between prep and punk.

That feeling only grew worse at school. We were forty-five minutes early, but Lisa was there to let us in. She greeted Alice with a kiss and me with a caress on the chest. We went down the hall to our private room, Alice guiding me by my ponytail.

Our room wasn’t really a room. It was the large storage closet in the back of the band room, where hardly anyone else ever came. The others were already inside when we got there. Kristin stood with Nikki, holding her slavegirl’s leash. Heather was attached to the far wall by cuffs on her wrists holding her to bolts screwed into the cinder blocks. She looked scared, even though she still had all her clothes on.

Alice and I took our places beside Nikki and Kristin while Lisa approached Heather. She held another pair of the hated slave bracelets, and was explaining their meaning and functions to her chained subject. Lisa made it very clear that Heather wasn’t receiving them because she was disobedient; it was just that Nikki and I already had them, and Lisa and Alice had decided that all their girls should match. Without listening to any protest she fastened them on Heather’s wrists, then freed her from her chains.

Afterward, the mistresses held a conference, during which time the three of us were allowed to socialize. Heather was preoccupied with pulling and prying at her new fixtures. Nikki and I both told her that it was pointless.

Heather lamented, “But I feel so…bound! So under control!”

“That’s the point,” Nikki consoled, “That’s how they’re supposed to make you feel.”

“But…I hate them!” Heather cried.

I laid my arm around her shoulders. She didn’t cry, but her face looked pained and distant; like she was deep in thought over memories she didn’t like. And she probably was just that.

Nikki said too brightly, “Emilie, you’re really cute today!”

I tried to smile. “Thanks, I guess.”

“She’s right,” Heather said, “I like that outfit. It’s nice.”

“I look like a whore!” I cried.

“But those are expensive brands,” Nikki pointed out.

I said sarcastically, “So I’m a whore with good taste.”

They smiled weakly. I was really glad to have them there. The three of us being able to sit together and at least make a little fun of our awful situations; it made things easier to bear.

We all met again at the end of the day. I was sure my face was as pink as my skirt from embarrassment. All day I had been getting unwanted attention for my outfit. I just wanted to hide somewhere and never come out.

But at least now it was only Heather and Nikki looking at me. We were allowed to talk for about twenty minutes while our mistresses discussed…whatever they were discussing, which was probably nothing more than their lists of guys they wanted to sleep with. Too soon Alice emerged (in a better mood than she had been in that morning) and announced it was time to go home. I said good-bye to my friends, giving Heather a sympathetic hug before I left. She would take awhile to get used to her bracelets.

On the way out, I stayed close to Alice’s side, ‘lovingly’ holding her arm as we walked to her car. I said sweetly, “I’m sorry for upsetting you this morning, Mistress.”

She patted my head and said, “It’s alright. This time, at least. The first offense is tolerated. The second,” she added in a warning tone, “is not.”

I responded by giving her a little squeeze and kissing her hand. It seemed to please her.

At home I was told to remove my clothes. Alice watched me, her lustful eyes inspecting every inch of my body. When I was completely uncovered, she slipped out her clothes and led me to her room. There I gave my sister a long massage, and when she indicated that she was sufficiently relaxed I massaged another, more sensitive part of her. With my tongue. I was held between her legs until she came in my face.

When she had come back to her senses from her climax, she told me to dress in normal clothes before our parents came home. I gladly obeyed, and while she started her homework I ran downstairs to get a drink to wash the taste of her orgasm from my mouth. I remembered that I used to enjoy getting a taste of her. But for some reason, her once-sweet cum didn’t give me that rush of erotic feelings anymore. Only one person could give me that feeling now, and I was forbidden even to talk to him.

The rest of the evening passed uneventfully. It was Alice’s and my job to clean up after dinner. (Actually I did most of the work, and she just walked around looking like she was doing something). When that was done I did my homework and started talking to my friends online. I had deleted Eric from my buddy list to avoid suspicion from Alice, so when an ‘unfamiliar user’ tried to contact me, and his screen name appeared, I sadly clicked ‘deny.’

A little while after I heard our parents go to bed, Alice came into my room. To my horror she was holding handcuffs and the excruciatingly painful corset she had used on me before. “No!” I cried, confused, “What did I do!?”

“Nothing, Emilie,” she said coolly, “I just feel like being mean.”

“Please! I’ve been good all day!”

“Not really. You were quite difficult this morning.”

“I’m sorry!” I moaned, backing away from her as she walked toward me, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry! Please!”

She paused, then, “Beg.”

“What?”

“Beg. On your knees.”

I flung myself on the floor at her feet and begged, nearly crying. I didn’t think I could take another night in the corset.

After I ran out of pleas, I looked up into her eyes, waiting for my fate.

“Oh alright, stop blubbering,” she finally consented.

I attached myself to her legs in thanks. She kicked lightly to get me off.

“But you won’t get off for free,” she continued, “In exchange for being able to sleep at all, you’ll sleep with me tonight.”

“What?” I wondered, “But what if Mom and Dad see us?”

“They won’t,” she said confidently, “Now say goodnight to your friends and get off the computer. I want you in my bed, naked, in five minutes. We’re going to have a little fun.” With that she left.

I hastily said goodbye (probably confusing a few people), stripped, and hurried to Alice’s room where she was already waiting in a leather corset. She wasn’t wearing panties, but in their place she had a dauntingly large strap-on. My heart leaped and sank at the same time. I was delighted that I was going to finally get some pleasure, but I was dreading the pain that was probably going to accompany it.

Without a word, my sister grabbed me and fastened me wrist and ankle to her bed with cuffs and chains in a spread eagle position. Before I could make more than a whimper I was silenced with a ball gag. A solid leather mask was pulled over my head, plunging me into darkness. My breath came in short gulps, limited by the ball and the mask, which only had a tiny slit for air. I felt her get into position, then it began.

Without ceremony the fake dick plunged into me. My breath caught in my throat as I felt Alice’s teeth tormenting my nipples. I began to moan and she started biting. I cried out a little and felt a whip crack harshly across each of my breasts. Getting the message to shut up, I bore my ecstasy in trembling silence.

After a few endless minutes of that everything stopped. She pulled out and climbed off of me. The mask stopped me from hearing or seeing anything to hint as to what I was in for next.

After some time, during which I cooled down considerably, the mask was suddenly pulled off. Alice was now naked except for her strap-on, and her face was stern. She pulled the gag out of my mouth, then tied a silk scarf over my eyes. I didn’t speak a word.

My mouth was open a little as I tried to catch my newly quickened breath. With my ears open now I heard her remove the fake penis, then my slightly parted lips were forced apart as the strap-on was shoved deep into my throat. I coughed and gagged, but she didn’t relent. My only instructions were to “Lick it clean.” I did, and I tasted her all over it. That must have been what she was doing during the long period of silence.

When she was satisfied, Alice pulled the thing out of my mouth and pausing only to put it back on thrust it into my butt. I gasped as my unprepared asshole was invaded rudely by the uncommonly large strap-on, and she began fucking me like I’d never felt before. The only thing was, the strap-on hurt in the hole it was in. It hurt a lot.

Finally, when I had almost been brought to tears, she switched to my cunt again. She lay down on top of me, grasped my blindfolded head and began passionately kissing me while she had her way with my helpless cunt. I guess she felt me nearing my climax because she warned, “Don’t you dare cum.

You little slut, don’t you dare cum! You’ll regret it for a week!” A whimper escaped me as I tried desperately to hold my explosion back. I needed it so badly! I needed it now! Oh no! No!

“Alice I can’t stop it!” I cried, panicking, “I can’t stop it!” “Don’t you dare!”

“I can’t stop it!”

Her thrusting never let up. I tightened all my muscles to the point of cramps, but it was no use. She felt me weakening, and grabbed my breasts and squeezed, hissing, “Don’t do it!”

Her squeezing pushed me over the edge. As she continued to roughly stimulate me in both places, I cried out, “I…I…can’t…stop…can’t…stop…Aaaaaa!”

My orgasm soaked Alice’s sheets in a burst of pent-up juices.

That episode, and the whipping that followed, kept me awake long into the night. Though the blindfold was never removed, the burning pain from my chest to the bottoms of my feet didn’t let me sleep for hours. After thoroughly punishing me for ruining her bed sheets, Alice went to sleep in my room. I was left blindfolded and chained to her bed, stinging from the whipping and crying my eyes out. I knew…I just knew…that I had lost all hope of putting my plan into action. I would never get Eric back. Never! Oh, if only I could’ve controlled myself!!

That was the only thought that ran through my head in the bound, painful, teary hours between the end of my punishment and falling into a fitful sleep.